MissCapnCrunch

Harvest Moon/Stardew Valley-esque Roleplay

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▸ It had been exactly one year since BigCo had put down it's first flag in the very small town of Root River. The company came without much warning, telling the residents that they needed the land to put down a mega amusement park and resort. All of the residents declined offers. This was home for everyone and it had been home for several generations. The offers became higher and some of the residents took the bait, selling off their land and BigCo immediately got to work, cutting down trees, draining parts of the river and putting down asphalts.

The Rot moved in shortly after. It's hard for people to explain The Rot to an outsider. It comes in a physical form showing up in mold and literal destruction. It comes in mental form in the villagers: sickness and anger. Finally, it comes in an emotional form as residents of Root River began to lose their hope and believe in the village and what made it magical. The Harvest Sprites and The Harvest Goddess were effected first- their homes in the forest and ponds being dismantled before their eyes.

Prayers to the Goddess were meant with pleas in return. The Goddess reminded her people that for her to grant wishes and give a plentiful life that they people of the village had to respect and replenish her land. Remaining villagers have taken this plea very seriously, they are the only people left that can save the land. For now, everyday brings a challenge. New romances, old friendships and even new people in town will bring some adventure to Root River.

Together we can all save our home.

Ossvien

As the hustle and bustle of the ship began to roar into shape Winifred leaned back. She had always prepared meals way ahead of time, so that she wasn't having to run around like a chicken with it's head cut off. Useful, but a bit silly when you really thought about it. Plus, it made her more available for the odd job now as well as a free hand to help anyone else out who needed it. "Samuel was eyeing a little close to our Captain's quarters, if ye know what I mean! Dirty son-ova-bitch." she yelled back. Her tone was not in anger but just in response as she found herself also on the move. She laid hand in helping several of the new recruits as well as old. Floating between projects while thinking of when she had to start on the next chow time. She handed out "party favors" in the form of sour breads, cheeses, and cured meats. All of which were handled with care.

As her work came to a lull for a moment she spotted Nur, her eyes red from tears. Winifred's mouth went form a purse to a small frown as she wandered over to the young woman. She looked over here before speaking softly, "Are ya alright?" she questioned, "We can go downstairs in the galley if yer wanting, or you can go down their yourself if you need some space. I won't let any of these foolish folk bother ya." her tone was charming but strict to let Nur know that she meant her words. She looked to Malek who stood nearby as if to say, he better let her decide or there would be hell to pay.

Avalia

As the talks about exile were exchanged at the table Dionaea couldn't help but shift in her chair. Her own parents had spoke to her about all of these things, but it had seemed like tall tales until she was faced with it herself. She questioned a lot of what her parents had told her all these years and kicked herself for all the times she rebelled against the things they tried to teach her. Some things were worth it, while others lingered in her head. Risa and Kyran's words resonated as she let out a heavy sigh, it was true that some people were so developed in darkness that nothing from this reign could pluck them from it, it was also true that a war was on the horizon- but what for? Leaning in to Risa's whisper she could hear only but her hushed words and the breathing of her party.

Elthrael told his own stories, while Dionaea listened carefully- enticed by words she had never heard of, the images of these tales dancing in her head like a dream, or perhaps more like a nightmare. "There's however another path, a path long forsakened and hard to find. A place of old, with stories untold. A door of sin, with evil deed within. Into the forest of the elven moons, to the tree of all trees. In the keep of the old ones, the scroll of binding lies, amidst the terrible truth. A royal hand may open the path inside." Those words stuck with her. Why did it seem that Elthrael always seem to speak in riddles? She never met such a fairy who let so much up to the imagination. Flustered, her eyebrows furrowed a bit before the tone changed.

Risa then pulled out a poster from her possessions and flattened it out on the table, Dia's eyes scanned the poster. She had been to many grand events in her life, even as a young child she had been always in attendance to these affairs that sometimes went by in a blur. Risa was correct that this type of event would attract many people from all over Avalia even humans who seeked help or perhaps were just curious cats.

The sudden unfamiliar voice caused Dionaea to squeak, she hurried and grabbed the poster off the table as if it were contraband, a gut reaction from being raised by strict parents. Even if you were not causing any trouble, you were always on your guard for what COULD get you into trouble. She held the poster in her lap as she looked up to the young waitress and gave a small smile as her shoulders relaxed. It was only the waitress, nothing to be threatened or harmed by. "The egg and tajokel dish for me, and if you have any- an alaberry wine. Thank you so much!" she wanted something to take the edge off. Living in fear was not something she wanted to do for the rest of her life, let alone the rest of the day. She unfolded the poster in her lap and looked down admiring the calligraphy and craft. She wished this was a different time in her life where she could enjoy this ball with her family and friends even a love interest. She thumbed over the raised ink before placing the posted back onto the top of the table.

Elsea chose not to eat, but Dionaea knew in the back of her mind the woman should to keep up her strength for whatever the rest of the day held. She thought to change her order to what Elsea had mentioned earlier but decided that she would just share parts of hers if Elsea so desired. The spicy human proceeded then to tell her own side of things, all fair in it's own rights. She spoke harshly but true, this was so much bigger than them, bigger than the fairies, bigger than what seemed to be all of the lands combined.

When silence fell upon the table Dionaea felt it was the right time to let her own words flow. "I-" she started, her eyes looking down to the floor for a moment, she closed them for seconds catching herself in the act of holding back tears. She pushed through as her chin raised, "I am sick of how all of this has been handled." her tone was distressed, fluttering as she tried to calm herself before trying again. "Ever since I was a little girl I knew what was going on around us. These secrets were not hidden though they were coated in something a bit more sweet. Many people feel the way we do, we aren't special in that way, though a target has been set upon on because of who we ran into, rather than what we think. My brother's are dead now because of this. My entire family may be dead because of this, I only hope-" she swallowed hard, "I only hope that none of this was in vain. I want to see a world where people are not living in fear, if you can even call this living!" she exclaimed. "We need everyone to stand strongly together, we may look different, live different, speak different, even bleed differently but we all our connected and only together can we truly win." she nodded, using her fingertips to wipe away the tears that had formed along her cheekbones.

"I am willing to do whatever it takes to get my family back, and to end this. Once and for all!" the young fairy finished, in a bit of huff. She spent a moment adjusting her fake ears on her head nonchalantly. Allie returned with their drinks and food. Before the young waitress could leave, Dionaea spoke out "We also need an order of the potato cakes!" she instructed, looking towards with Elsea with a sense of demand- which quickly faded to a soft,

_{"Only if she wants them, please and thank you very much Alie."}

Avalia

A gentle breeze danced across Dionaea's cheeks as the group made their way into the city for their long awaited breakfast. The longer the young fairy adorned this new outfit the more confident she felt, her chin raising a bit higher and her strides a bit deliberate. The fairy from earlier took a moment to introduce himself as Elthrael. Dionaea nodded, politely returning the favor introducing herself as Dionaea. She gulped when he complimented the garb she had decided to adorn herself with. "O-Oh! Thank you." she stuttered back as he made comment. She would admit to being slightly embarrassed, her cheeks heating up with a slight pink as she adjusted the fabric on her shoulders. "You really think so?" she commented, aloof on what Elthrael really meant by his comments. She cocked her head for a moment, giving him a cheeky grin.

Eventually they reached Baelde's, an establishment she had never visited before but felt familiar and comforting. Warmth and delicious smells almost took her breath away when they stepped inside. They were quickly and warmly greeted by the owner of the shop, and it was clear that the man was a warm and loving type, he exchanged quite literal bear hugs with Risa and Kyran and the girl couldn't help but contagiously smile. The man was beyond welcoming. As they were seated, Dionaea couldn't help but respond to Risa's comment- "He is wonderful!" she cooed as she took the menu in her hands as looked over what type of foods they served.

Browsing for a bit she decided on the egg and tajokel dish- as she quite enjoyed the spicy flavor of the root vegetable mixed with the running yolk of an egg. Everyone listed off what they were having and it seemed pretty varied, Dionaea chipped in what she was ordering and put in a comment about what Elsea was ordering, "You can have a bite of mine too Elsea, you might like it! You are spicy just like a tajokel!" she giggled a bit, pushing her menu forward towards the middle of the table to signal that she was ready to order.

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

@Makani

May I ask what size you would like the FC's to be, considering everyone's application was considered huge?

Avalia

A gentle squeeze of the hand comforted Dionaea. She returned the small gesture to Kyran before letting her hand slip back to her side, her thumb hooking onto the side of her waist pouch. "Thank you for the offer Kyran, Your parents have given us more than enough. I think I will take the offer after all, at least until I can purchase something for myself in the city." she nodded, a determined smile across her lips as she felt fingers brush through her hair. Freezing for a moment she almost felt embarrassed and wondered if Risa could feel the tangles and lack of care that she had found herself wallowing in. "Risa.." she started, but cut herself off as the familiar tugs of having her hair braided fell upon her crown. She felt like weeping, but this time with joy. It was clear then that the state of perfected appearances was nothing but a notion that had been implanted in her head by her mother year after year.

"T-thank you!" she spit out, louder than expected as she moved the tail of the braid over to the front of her shoulder, she played with the tail end of it as she looked to Elsea coming out of the house dressed. She looked beautiful, mysterious and finally in a dress! That was the proper way to dress! The young fairy wondered for a second what it would be like to not have to wear a dress constantly, but on the other hand the attire was awfully comfortable. "I'll be back quickly and then we can go." Dionaea commented heading inside to get ready.

She caught herself in a mirror as she cocked her head to the side slightly, admiring the flowers that Risa had intertwined between her long blonde braid. Quickly Kyran's mother brought her a dress, insisting she changed out of her clothes and into the new outfit. It was delicate and so fitting for the young fairy. She twirled feeling light and delicate on her feet. "It's beautiful!" she cooed, as Kyran's mother secured the small headpiece into her hair a nod of appreciate was exchanged as Dionaea started to head back outside, pausing again to look in the mirror she waited, before returning back to Kyran's mother. "I'm sorry, as much as this dress is beautiful.." she started, removing the head piece from her hair gently as not to damage it nor the braid. "This dress is perfect for me, but I am not me any longer." a puzzled look fell across the woman's face as she questioned what the young fairy meant.

About ten minutes went by before the young fairy came out sporting a new outfit. She spoke quickly as she opened the door, "Before you say anything!" she revealed herself more, the form fitting outfit covering most of her body (minus the boots) she the took the cape that had been pinned to her shoulders and wrapped it around her waist making a makeshift skirt of sorts. "I think this will be the perfect disguise, and maybe a new change of pace. Thank you all for accepting me as I am, even the part that didn't feel very much like me at all." she proceeded to give Risa, Kyran, and Elsea a generous embrace.

"Now, let's get breakfast!"

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Every group needs a mother figure!

Quinn Varrs

::Name::
Quinn Briony Varrs.

::Gender::
Female.

::Age::
Twenty Nine.

::Birthplace::
Chicago, Illinois.

::Former Life::
Struggling modern artist by day. Adult content podcast host by night. Mom for all hours in between.

::Appearance::
"Well at least you're funny! Right, Quinn?"

The young woman had heard the phrase all her life, as if it was atonement for being overweight, something she had struggled with since she was a kid. Quinn was plump, soft and gentle her weight sitting mostly in her midsection and thighs, and all other places from head to toe. Upon her head grew sandy brown, shoulder length, bone straight hair that she preferred to be dyed blonde. Crinkles when she smiles and laughs hazel eyes.

Quinn's style was very much a reflection of the windy city she was born and raised in. Lots of layering with a pair of form fitting jeans and boots in most of the seasons besides summer where the blistering humidity would be met with whatever sundress she could squeeze into. Earthy tones such as olive, burnt orange, and brown are her favorites. She would consider herself well manicured, often getting her eyebrows, nails, and hair done- when she could afford it. Makeup is pretty neutral besides a pop of color on the lips now and again, depending on her mood and the season.

::Personality::
Happy go lucky lady for the most part, Quinn always has a joke in her back pocket or a quick quip to make someone smile or get a chuckle out of. She struggles to find acceptance in everyone she comes across- often throwing herself under the bus before the person has a chance to do it to her due to her insecurities (regardless if they had plans to do so or not). She loves to sing, and has quite a decent voice. Quinn's hobbies include eating out at different dive bars, making art, watching hockey on television, listening to and recording podcasts, and recently learning how to be the best Mom she can muster.

After what Quinn refers to as the incident happened her traits just amplified, handling most situations with a smirk on her face but also having such strong anxiety that she often has to find some place to be alone to throw up her lunch. Her fight or flight has changed drastically becoming more of a fighter than ever before, where she would have never thought about taking another life. If you would consider these things life.

::Biography::
Quinn grew up in a working class neighbourhood in the Southside of Chicago. She was raised alone by her father Henry Johnson- a mechanic. Her mother Nancy Owens left when she was not much younger than three. Her childhood was fairly average and not very eventful. She received a basic education, average amongst her peers if not slightly below. She graduated high school on time at eighteen, and decided against going to college without much backlash from her father. She began making money as a front desk receptionist at the mechanic shop her father worked at, as well as a janitor at an art gallery.

This part of her life lulled on for about five years of repetition before she decided to stop doing janitorial work at the studio and began making her own art, by this time she had gotten married to a co-worker (Oscar) from the mechanic shop and gotten pregnant with their first child: Rowan. Oscar was very supportive of Quinn's dreams and told the woman as long as she always loved him and much as he loved her, she could do anything she desired. The two blossomed as they welcomed their second son: Leopold (Leo) just a few months before the outbreak.

Oscar and their two sons were in Minnesota visiting Oscar's side of the family during the outbreak and she hasn't heard word of them since. She wants to believe that they are out there safe, but as each year goes by she becomes less and less confident. Being a Ranger has brought her something to look forward to and perhaps even a means to move on from a fruitless dream of returning to her normal life.

::Gear::
• Her green winter jacket
• Plastic orange whistle
• Gas mask she found while out on a scavenging day
• Flare gun containing one red flare
• Baseball bat, modded with nails through it

::Skills::
• Great cook in a pinch, and without many resources
• Motherly, and able to sooth most
• Heavy set, and can use her weight to move most things
• Charming, easy to talk to and lean on when in trouble
• Tidy, often the one cleaning up their living area

::Flaws::
• Not in shape, slow and clumsy
• Doesn't trust newcomers very easily

::Other::
• Husband and two sons are possibly dead but definitely unaccounted for
• Allergic to cats
• Snores

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Sweet, i'll wrap her up sometime tonight then.

Life After -- A Zombie Apocalypse RP

Had a woman started but I am thinking I am going to make a man instead..?
Not sure what to do haha, let me know what you guys think?

Cᴀᴘᴛᴀɪɴ & Cʀᴇᴡ

::Name::
Quinn Briony Varrs.

::Gender::
Female.

::Age::
Twenty Nine.

::Birthplace::
Chicago, Illinois.

::Former Life::
Struggling modern artist by day. Adult content podcast host by night. Mom for all hours in between.

::Appearance::
"Well at least you're funny! Right, Quinn?"

The young woman had heard the phrase all her life, as if it was atonement for being overweight, something she had struggled with since she was a kid. Quinn was plump, soft and gentle her weight sitting mostly in her midsection and thighs, and all other places from head to toe. Upon her head grew sandy brown, shoulder length, bone straight hair that she preferred to be dyed blonde. Crinkles when she smiles and laughs hazel eyes.

Quinn's style was very much a reflection of the windy city she was born and raised in. Lots of layering with a pair of form fitting jeans and boots in most of the seasons besides summer where the blistering humidity would be met with whatever sundress she could squeeze into. Earthy tones such as olive, burnt orange, and brown are her favorites. She would consider herself well manicured, often getting her eyebrows, nails, and hair done- when she could afford it. Makeup is pretty neutral besides a pop of color on the lips now and again, depending on her mood and the season.

::Personality::
Happy go lucky lady for the most part, Quinn always has a joke in her back pocket or a quick quip to make someone smile or get a chuckle out of. She struggles to find acceptance in everyone she comes across- often throwing herself under the bus before the person has a chance to do it to her due to her insecurities (regardless if they had plans to do so or not). She loves to sing, and has quite a decent voice. Quinn's hobbies include eating out at different dive bars, making art, watching hockey on television, listening to and recording podcasts, and recently learning how to be the best Mom she can muster.

After what Quinn refers to as the incident happened her traits just amplified, handling most situations with a smirk on her face but also having such strong anxiety that she often has to find some place to be alone to throw up her lunch. Her fight or flight has changed drastically becoming more of a fighter than ever before, where she would have never thought about taking another life. If you would consider these things life.

::Biography::
Quinn grew up in a working class neighbourhood in the Southside of Chicago. She was raised alone by her father Henry Johnson- a mechanic. Her mother Nancy Owens left when she was not much younger than three. Her childhood was fairly average and not very eventful. She received a basic education, average amongst her peers if not slightly below. She graduated high school on time at eighteen, and decided against going to college without much backlash from her father. She began making money as a front desk receptionist at the mechanic shop her father worked at, as well as a janitor at an art gallery.

This part of her life lulled on for about five years of repetition before she decided to stop doing janitorial work at the studio and began making her own art, by this time she had gotten married to a co-worker (Oscar) from the mechanic shop and gotten pregnant with their first child: Rowan. Oscar was very supportive of Quinn's dreams and told the woman as long as she always loved him and much as he loved her, she could do anything she desired. The two blossomed as they welcomed their second son: Leopold (Leo) just a few months before the outbreak.

Oscar and their two sons were in Minnesota visiting Oscar's side of the family during the outbreak and she hasn't heard word of them since. She wants to believe that they are out there safe, but as each year goes by she becomes less and less confident. Being a Ranger has brought her something to look forward to and perhaps even a means to move on from a fruitless dream of returning to her normal life.

::Gear::
• Her green winter jacket
• Plastic orange whistle
• Gas mask she found while out on a scavenging day
• Flare gun containing one red flare
• Baseball bat, modded with nails through it

::Skills::
• Great cook in a pinch, and without many resources
• Motherly, and able to sooth most
• Heavy set, and can use her weight to move most things
• Charming, easy to talk to and lean on when in trouble
• Tidy, often the one cleaning up their living area

::Flaws::
• Not in shape, slow and clumsy
• Doesn't trust newcomers very easily

::Other::
• Husband and two sons are possibly dead but definitely unaccounted for
• Allergic to cats
• Snores